Hit It Chris Brown

[Intro]
Hit it, hit hit
Hit it, hit it
Now what I do?
Hit it, hit it
What I do?
Better tell 'em what I do
When it come to this dance shit, I know how to move

[Verse]
I'm a fresh kid, check my style meter
Fresh to death kid, call me soul eater
I make 'em drop it low, they do my dance all on the floor
Into the floor, cave in, then I'm out of the door
I must be outta my head like my brain be scrambled like eggs
Get the cameras off me, nigga, hop up off me, nigga, hop up off of my dick
My style is super sick and there are no competitors
And they can't see 'cause they the prey and I'm the predator
I, I rock, I'm the shit, you turds
Check my iPod, I'm such a fuckin' nerd
I'm flyin' higher than the fire on these sirens
When the plane is slowly divin', I guess I'm blowin' sky high then

[Pre-Chorus]
Pause, let me see that ass on the floor
If I give it to you, I know you gon' want more (Hit it)
I don't even see how you can do that on your toes
On your mark, get ready, ready, set, let go, I think I'ma...